Once Glorious

At the feet of the mountains

On this hills of ancient pride

I lay my eyes on the endless lake

And still I can hear the stories that it spake...

Of a folk that tried its steel

And found death on the battlefield

Once glorious! Once mine!

These hills are no longer alive

With the spirit of this valiant Tribe

Wirdomar made the final stand

The wolf breastfed descendants

save by crying geese

thereafter shadowed this wooden land

Our valleys witnessed no kings since

the day Lugh hid in the lakes

Once glorious! Once mine!

These hills are no longer alive

With the spirit of this valiant Tribe